Serga pressed the bandage against his burnt skin. Her's were just minor, other than just slightly balding the hairs of the area of her hooves and her hands, and nothing significant to be noted of. But her father on the other hand did, having to apply bandage with she brought just in case and applying her powers on it to hasten the healing. Second degree burns from acidic liquid wasn't a nice experience for the old veteran orc. "Does it hurt so much still?" She asked her father who sat down on a rock while she kneeled beside him applying more and more ointments and applying her elemental capabilities to heal.
He nodded, but he didn't answer as Urak looked at to his left, watching Serid lay his body broken yet looked towards them with an apologetic look. Urak could only grunt as an expression of shame contorted on his face, watching in disappointment at his son.
Serga knows this well too, ignoring the stares of her brother as she focused her eyes on helping her father. If he chose this, then this is his choice and he won't be stopped. He'll be stopped by someone else but it won't be them to do it. Old age is starting to catch up to her father, and the last thing that she would want to give him is more stress that weakens him more and more. She'll just forget about this and move on of his stubbornness still prevails.
He stared at his own flesh and blood, caring for his angered father who was now sitting beside her, weak and injured. Bandaging the wounds around his injured skin. He moved a hand to approach, and it was obvious Serga and his father was not in the mood to reply a word to him. But he felt guilty, on all of this, that he realized now how much he endangered his own family. "Serga, are you alright?" He started, his voice was soft despite the deepness of his voice. Serid could see how she felt about him by just the looks of it, the way her eyes narrowed down when he spoke. Feeling the disdain from her, he could only ask too much. "A-I'm sorry Serga." The young shaman finally admitted.
A smirk shaped her lips, as if amused by his apology. Urak didn't even pay attention onto what his two children were doing, but was only hanging his head down and letting them do on. And back to the female sibling her smirk suddenly became an angry frown. "Sorry? Is that all you could say Serid?" She snapped as she stood up, approaching her brother on equal level. "Is that what you could only say to us for everything that has happened?!" Her demands continued on as her rage burst from her and onto her brother.
He laid there without words from hers to recuperate but before then Serga once more had her back turned on him. His hands pushed himself slowly back to his feet so he could suddenly grab her arm, trying to force her to turn to him."I did what I had to do! I received the visions, the spirits told me that they were going to return and destroy us! None listened, not even Thrall, they just said to trust on the Horde if it ever comes! I had to go out of my way to find allies in this place! It was either to act or be a coward for it!" He exhaustively explained, he thought that his reasons were good enough for her to understand, but he was all too wrong.
She pulled her arm from his hands and hung her head down, her eyes narrowed, this time it was resentment towards her kin. "Is your faith in the Horde and in our family that thin Serid that you are more confident to find solace in fighting that danger that you spoke of than with us?" And in smooth and soft spoken words she shattered him.
Serid's eyes changed, whatever he did truly confused him now. But what of the spirits visions showed him after? To the point that they would lie to the draenei girl in order to continue on. "Serga, please understand, the spirits favored my decision, they even went as far as to lie to the draenei girl in order for us to continue on with this." He reasoned, but it didn't come to the ears of his counterpart.
"You see what I mean Serid? To do horrible things is not a brother that I would consider." Her words sliced the young bull's heart. He could only look at them as Serga continued to walk forward to pick up the father head of the family, draping his arm around her neck and then carrying him up to his feet. As they walked forward, he could feel their intentions and he could not bear it. Whatever that it may, he chose this path in order to help, but it does not warrant to lose his own family.
He grit his teeth, somewhat his giant heart could not even hold it as the tiniest trickle of tears showed from the edge of his eyes. "SERGA!" He called from a distance. Their steps coming to a halt, his breath were heavy, like as if the day he and Serga was found by whom he considered to be his father when he was nine seasons old along with Serga. Too young to remember who birthed him and how he ended up, but he could always remember that day when he was found in fear and that's what engulfed him once again. Fear, not the fear of punishment or anything else, but fearing once again on losing family once more.
His trembling voice was filled with regret and repentance. "Please, forgive me. I don't want to lose you and I know if I let you walk away right now I would never be able to see you again."
With a simple sigh Serga answered. "Then go back home." The reply was too simple but yet it rings a thousand words to the bull, but with it she had no more words to say as she continued on forward, leaving him to ponder his thoughts.
"Don't drop the soap." Larkon said to himself in a jest relating to prison sentences as he quickly twisted the key around the lock. For some reason he got around with a little bit of humor despite being in such a hellish situation when it is his and Alura's life on the line. Because probably he got a feeling that he's going to escape this situation along with Alura, safe and sound in the end. He wasn't sure why but he got a very deep and strong feeling that the things bothering the people around that held him and Alura are going to save both of them.
*Clank. The lock finally gave way. Immediately Larkon undressed the dead cultist, taking off his robe and putting it on, concealing him. He could and he would use it to sneak around unnoticed among their ranks to get Alura out of here.
From what he could tell, there was apparently a lot of chaos going all around the fort. Almost everywhere he turned he saw Cultists running to go somewhere. He would also hear talks about how intruders came to the fort and had already taken down several of the cultists. How this happened or who these people were he wasn't sure. Right now his best chance he knew to save Alura was to retrieve his armor and weapons. Thankfully he's had plenty of time to recognize and remember patterns on where to go and such.
He ran through certain hallways of the cave where he was lucky that the blended cloak that he took dealt with his problems so much more than he could imagine. Going to his right, just near the Alura's room where she would be held. A few more rooms away he will get to the armory and just turn around and retrieve Alura in all of this chaos. Yet the question on how to take her away to safety while her being heavily pregnant arises, and that was starting to alarm the warrior. Regardless of that, he'll deal with it later.
He arrived and the first thing was that it was locked. Good thing the rumble of the cave allowed him to pick up so large rubbles of rocks to bash the knobs of the door till the gears finally were dismantled and with a kick, the door opened.
"At last... I must say I'm disappointed in your progress. I imagined you would be here sooner." he heard the Warlock reveals himself as he steps out from the shadows of the upper tier of the room. "The cultists have always been twits and I wasn't surprised that the fodder failed to do their job." The blood elf cursed with his staff in his hand, it's crystal growing bright with the fel. With that, Larkon immediately picks up a sword from the cabinet of the room, narrowly blocking a fireball by flipping a table over and using it as a shield before kicking it towards the blood elf, destroying the table immediately with the crystal of the staff.
As Kreus closes Larkon finally was able to stand up just as Kreus would start to swing with his staff on his hand. Both of them thrusted with their own weapon. Timed seemed to slow down for a bit as their eyes widened before squinting ever so slowly in their senses. Their teeth were grit, their eyes were looking at each other with a narrowed brow of pure animosity and animal beastial rage towards each other. Their minds were completely distracted on everything around them, only focused on the things related to both of them. It spiraled out of control on their hands, their plans were not coming into fruition, and both of them knew that. It was going to be that either one of them is going to live and both of them were going to make sure they would do that. Larkon and Kreus saw disbelief in each other, knowing that it would be their final meeting and that meeting would not end like the previous two where both were alive.
Then the two weapons meet.
The crystal exploded against the hard and sharp steel, it's green fel violently exploding in a spiral where it's power was not under the control of the master. Kreus shared the same fate as Larkon did when he was thrown out of the door, while he landed on the sharp edges of the stairs.
Yet, the strangest thing suddenly happened, an ironic sense of a chuckle that soon turned to laughter. First it was Kreus who tasted this irony before Larkon himself soon found himself joining the blood elf. The two staring at the ceiling laughing at the irony that despite their equal hatred for one another, that in the midst of that one clash, they had found something they both agreed on. They both like tearing each other apart.
"It would be just too easy…" Kreus finally spoke at the end of his ironic laughter.
Finally standing up from the ordeal, both the Warlock and Warrior knew how they both wanted to settle this once and for all. Removing his disguise, as he lowered his hood, revealing his face Larkon simply stretched every fiber in his body as he looked forward unto his opponent. He was ready to beat this elf with his bare hands, and savor every single moment breaking his bones, so that he could finally end the plague that haunted Alura, and wherever she is now, who is at the room, scared and vulnerable. He exhaled loudly through his nose, and knowing this man was in his way to get Alura out of this and nothing more demanded him to attack.
He ran towards first head long face first as he crashed unto the elf, surprisingly the elf wasn't thrown down to the ground but rather kept on to his feet, backpedaling hastily to keep his balance before getting crashed against the wall. There wasn't much damage to him as they were locked in a tight grip. Putting his arms under the shoulders of the human, wrapping it over to the fabric, he began fighting back as his knees worked upwards, striking Larkon's chest and face with short strikes of his knees.
Larkon was lucky Kreus has no leverage to deal significant damage. The warrior retaliated back by putting his hands on behind his legs and finally getting some leverage on his grip. Finally, despite getting hit repeatedly by the elf's knees he was able to lift Kreus of the ground and slam him against the floor, and once more he shared the same predicament where there was no leverage, Kreus was quite heavy also and it served well for him to not break his bones because of it.
He caught Larkon's neck in a vice like lock around his arm, where he significantly was able to twist just enough to free his arm and connect it with his other arm and began to apply heavy pressure unto his neck. The fight was in a stalemate as Kreus used his faster reflexes to compensate for his racially weaker physical strength to hold the stronger human out in grips. Pushing further his teeth grit, as he tried to put on pressure as far as he can go. But Larkon was smart enough as he kept his feet straight from the ground, his lower body up in the air, giving his throat leverage to gasp air, as his other arm was punching without the help of his sight, having to throw it randomly. But when the end of his knuckles felt flesh, he immediately raised it up as high as he could and crashed it down where he felt it.
He doesn't know if he hit an eye socket, a nose or a cheek but it was enough pain for the elf for him to be released from the grip and freeing his neck. Immediately he throws a punch towards the elf under him, the elf parries the punch but that punch comes with an elbow, crashing that pointed bone towards the sides of his sockets. He could almost hear it crack as his head snapped back towards the sides, immediately sensing the pain on his eye, causing him squint.
Larkon reach to grip the chest area of the robe, but it only lost him his advantage as Kreus suddenly grabbed his arm, as his both of his legs coiled around his neck area and rolled, causing the warrior to be put in a disadvantage as his face was planted on the floor while the elf took hold on his arm. But to his surprise, the elf let go, as Kreus then rolled to the floor and picked up something. Larkon stood up also to give chase, but the elf was faster as he chuck an object towards the warrior's face. It was a block of wood that stunned him, and before long Kreus followed it up with a strike on to his chest with his knee. Had it not been for the hand that shielded his chest his lungs would have been crushed.
But once more it surprised Larkon as the elf didn't follow it up, and he didn't as he saw the elf stood up. He could see the damage done to his eye as he ran, with a squint on his right eye, clearly in pain. He might have broken it.
He wasn't sure exactly where or even why the good doctor was nowhere to be found in his personal lab he had set up here. Nevertheless, regardless of where Dr. Jiink went, Lazarus watched as the epic tinker's machines finished putting the final pieces of the artifact of the first Naarus. Taking the form of a small spherical orb similar to what first gave the Ashbringer it's legendary power.
"Any word from anyone?" he requested coldly from a cultist standing next to him.
The cultist was hesitant at first. "My lord, there has been no word from any of your lieutenants or right hand men…"
"And the Draenei?" the Death Knight asked, not taking his dark gaze off the artifact as it was being fully put together.
"Still no sign of her, my lord." the cultist replied, gulping nervously.
Still not taking his eyes off the artifact, he walked over to it, shewing the goblin's machines away so he may inspect it. "Leave me." he simply ordered coldly.
Without questioning or asking, the cultist ran out of the room as quick as he could. Leaving the Death Knight alone with the artifact.
"If you want things done right you better do them yourself." he spoke coldly to himself and touched the artifact with his metal clawed hand. Yet in a small flash of light, burned the death knight's hand in holy light fire.
Staining his eyes with the light it hurt him indeed but it wasn't something he couldn't handle and just backed off slightly as the holy artifact began to sound, twitch and finally the light dispersed from a concentrated area and immediately showed an image when the Death Knight was once in his prime. Standing tall as he was young, strong and happy. Another image came when, and it was his lover Erecia, the naga, he and she were bathing in the deep ocean, where their arms were locked in each other's embrace.
Instead of painting a smile in his lips it only infuriated Lazarus as his eyes changed from the azure glowing blue aura to a crimson glowing red aura, intending to smash the artifact that ignited his jealousy of his past life that he had slip away, but he stayed his hand and sighed, if he had lips it would have become neutral when he just observed what the artifact was showing to him. And somewhat he is more amazed how beautiful his life once was, when he was once happy, with her. Clearly the artifact was trying to convince him to stop what he was doing and he understood its nature that a creature like him would be susceptible to evil but he did consider.
He did consider that he could just leave now from the room, and tell everybody from the outside that they can stop fighting and take the draenei girl with them. While everyone that followed him can take every treasure, artifact, grimoires of power, every spell enchantment that he had as their reward, and they would surely be satisfied as they the cultists were weak. Weak enough to be cut down by a common peasant, but he didn't after he decided just a hair of a time passing. He wouldn't because he doesn't want to, he wants power, to show to people that he is strong. Strong enough to be feared that he would be a threat to the world. He would start it from the ground up with the Death Knights of the Ebon Blade and then with the politics of the world, before long all would fear him, and he would change the world of Azeroth in his own way. With it, perhaps something in the matters of his own change of himself to be acceptable for Erecia.
And if he leaves now Erecia would be accepting him no matter what his form is. Erecia would accept him and love him like he was in the past since he himself showed her what "acceptance" is about. He was being true to what the Light's teachings about people that the paladin's ever were, but yet he was the devil to them but it doesn't matter now. What matters is Erecia would accept him.
The artifact ends with them in a tight embrace before dispersing. He looked at the artifact and came to a conclusion. "Hmmm Erecia would never deny me, and that is all that I need….." he uttered. "But I would never be able to forgive myself. Knowing that I allowed the world that condemned you, continues to do to others that they did to us."
Thark was carefully balancing Alura on the back of the feline. Seeing how big her stomach had gotten the last thing that he would want to witness is see Alura on ON her stomach if she ever falls. Pacing slowly on the mines, somewhat unnerved how many fights have been heard. He heard all of them of course, every clank and that's the sign where everyone is still here fighting and not left him out to escape in this cave alone. He got faith on Fylrae, as the night elf have been close to him ever since she decided to stay. He got faith in her and she got faith in him that they all would be able to get out of this place alive.
He puts his hand on the leg of Alura as he looks at her sleeping form with concern. "Aye lass, we gon' be fine I assure ye of that." He told softly, watching her face contort into different expressions. With the ground trembling and shaking atop of them, Thark wasn't sure if he should be afraid of such sound since all he knows is that if there is still fighting there is still someone surviving in their group. Oh how much he is in debt to his friends and the orc and tauren to risk their lives for such a mission.
But yet Thark was unnerved with the sounds as the ceiling shook and shook as time passed on. In his mind he was trying to find a distraction where he could at least say for a bit and assure that there is no danger ahead with all the shaking around. Looking at Alura's straps on her body did seem to ignite some of that excuse in him as he decided to stay and redo.
"Aye lass, lay down." Thark said to Kuura, he wasn't sure that she understood what he had just said but indeed she laid down on the floor gently, making sure that Alura wasn't shaking too much as Thark adjusted Alura and took her straps off. Gently putting her beside the cat.
"Ugh…" A hoarse whince came through. Immediately Thark took a look on Alura's face as her eyes opened. The drug seemed to wear off from her it seems. "Oi lass, lass." Thark followed on as he held her hand, urging her to look at him.
Alura looked around, trying to make sense of where she is, and especially where Larkon is. She looked up, seeing his face, but despite that she seemed unsurprised as her breath suddenly became heavy and frantic. "Where's Larkon?" she began, her voice starting to panic over when her memories came back of him being taken away. Not even the familiarity of Thark's face was taking her away from that fact. She began to slowly push her arms away. "Where's Larkon? I want to see him!" Yelled Alura, though her voice was still hoarse.
"Calm lass! Calm!" Urged the dwarf as he held her weak form, even Kuura stood up and walked on over to her.
She shook her head as she grit her tooth, looking up at him. "No-please, Lark-" But this time Thark shook Alura's shoulders, forcing herself to stop and look at him.
"Stop it lass! Just calm!" He told her in a firm manner yet his grip on her was soft yet firm in its foundation as he held the one he had been searching for for a long time. He sighed softly looking at her with his good eye now calm and collected to which she did too. "Lass I don't know where the lad is, but he is a grown man lass, do you not have faith in the young lad? Aye the lad won't just be dead especially when it comes to you now lass." He added.
She closed her eyes, a trickle went down on her cheek as she nodded. There were a bit of sniffles in her breathing but she was also now calm and collected, realizing that he was indeed right. She didn't put much faith in Larkon considering she always was concerned for him as if he would fail on everything he would do. And indeed Thark's reminder that Larkon is indeed strong made her snap back on to reality that he can take care of himself. Though where he is now still haunts her but she'll put her faith in him now that he can pull through wherever hardship he is now.
Looking up to Thark, her breathing normal, she looked at him and just immediately lunged in and gave him a tight embrace. Resting her chin on his shoulders, her eyes finally broke the dam as tears immediately went to pour down her cheeks. Her mouth was muffled as she then cried unto his shoulder. "Thark-I-you-"
"Lass I know." He replied as he wrapped his arms himself around her. Patting her back, being careful not to put leaning weight on her for the sake of her condition. After a few moments of consoling words, he pulled away. Facing her once again as his eyes teared up knowing she was alright, and safe under his guard. "Aye lass, ye gave me a heart attack when I thought I lost ye again. But yer gonna be alright lass." Thark assured, putting his hand on her shoulder as he looked at her then back to her bump, the vibrating floor wasn't even affecting the dwarf as he relished this moment, knowing there are battles fought somewhere else but for the least not here.
Alura smiled, feeling some sort of warmth and security under her old father like-guardian in him. She reached out to his hand and placed it on her bump. "It's gonna be a girl, you are going to be a great grandpa for her Thark." Alura stated heartily, her expression full of joy.
Thark nodded in agreement. "Aye, I guess it's time for me to stop protecting you now lass since ye get Larkon now, and time fer me to start protecting this wee babe inside ye, heheheheh." He chuckled, but then it all stopped when another vibrating sound came to his ears, this time it was louder and louder and much stronger.
"Lass, hide lass!" Thark quickly stood up and dragged Alura by the shoulders, dragging her to hug the wall where Kuura stood beside her defensively, feeling the intensity of the vibration while Thark had his guns locked and loaded, aiming at nothing as he tried to determine where it might come out.
BOOM!
A large tumbling explosion came from the ceiling, Thark quickly sidestepped to avoid being crushed by the debris, before then he pointed his gun to where it landed and shot the trigger, but it only hit rock and cement. The dust clouded his vision, but before long he was hit by something and sharp yet also blunting pain in his stomach came after as he didn't know what hit him but rather just sent him flying away, his head landing on a rock that knocked him unconscious.
Kuura immediately sensed urgency as she came in between Alura and the dangerous figure that knocked their dear friend and guardian. Her teeth barred and claws readied. And when the dust settles it comes at a bloodied half-elven and demonic figure with his tattoos beaming in a fel green glow. He was seriously injured Kuura could tell as it twitched and convulsed, its body becoming bigger and bigger while growing more demonic appendages and appearance. And she wasn't going to let that happen as she ran towards him and pounced, only to be caught by one arm, its claws on his hands digging in her white fur skin, as she herself clawed at the hand, and that was enough for him to throw her off back beside the draenei.
The feline immediately felt a shiver of fear creep down her spine as the dominating force sent waves to her natural instincts to flee in a fight where she can't win. She shook her head, trying to fight it off, swallowing whatever fear or natural state she was feeling as she stood back between Alura and him, ready to defend her to death. And she was ready for it just as her master ordered, to defend the draenei even at the cost of her life. Those orders reminded her as he twitched and convulsed even more, as his appearance became more demonic, and as if the transformation had been completed, the demon hunter slowly put his attention back to the feline and the draenei, his eyes turning on to them, roaring to attack.
An arrow that pierced his back injury stopped it all. He looked down on his chest, and saw the arrow head protrude from it. What hit him made him turn back slowly as if it paralyzed his body, lost its control and energy, only clinging onto life with sheer will. He turned and turned and slowly unravelled the perpetrator from the dust that surrounded them. Her forehead suffered a nasty cut that made blood dribble down her face, while dust and sweat covered her. Time seemed to slow down as the demon hunter took a step forward, trying to approach her and hurt her but another arrow was sent to lodge inside another of his un healed injuries once again, and the pure Kaldorei was crying the entire time she threw those arrows.
His body gave way as his knees buckled, the weight becoming too much as his legs gave way for his body to go down. Bending his knees down before slowly putting his back on the floor, and as if by que and almost immediately his body began to change, he shrunk back down in size and the scales that surrounded his body began to fall off while his horns grew brittle as its base began to crumble. His breath was labored as the arrow in his chest went right through his lungs.
Fel tainted Blood poured beneath him, slow and thick green ooze appeared before fresh red blood. Now that his taint has been drained from his body, his own blood now seeps as life is slowly and agonizingly taken away from him.
Thark rose up, seeing the result before him. He touched his head, feeling a sharp pang of pain, but it was manageable. He looked on forward to see a figure on the floor with green and red blood mixed beneath him. His eyes narrowed as he approached the figure slowly, his gun raised at the demon hunter's direction. But a soft yet firm grip on his shoulder caused him to stay his hand as he looked over to his right, the night elf being observant just as he is to him, her eyes narrowed in sadness yet there were no tears in the lines of her eyes. It was a signal for him to just back off and let her be with her own flesh and blood once more and just tend to Alura who saw the entire event, yet she remained calm also as it was over…..for now.
Fylrae observed Daken, it was now or never for her. Since Daken made his decision to follow Illidan in some sort of journey against the Burning Legion, all she did was to find where he was. That's what she had done and that had always been her motivation and there was nothing else other than the thought of finding him again, while she just spent in the sides of other work, her mind remained about him. And now it seems she hadn't thought about what life would be like after that search is finished. Already she was adamant that whatever maybe in that life she wouldn't be having romances anytime soon, nor in the future.
Everything about her search always ends with him going back home, and she never prepared herself to the result of him not going back home with her.
She kneeled down beside him, gently lifting his head and sliding the mask and along with the blindfold off from his face. Their eyes met, and as he lay dying the green shimmer of the taint began to fade from his eyes, little by little, until a dim grey had surfaced. He laid still, gazing into the air, blind to the face of his sister looking down upon him.
One of her hands landed on his cheek, her thumb grazed just below the lids near his eyes. And as if by instinct…. When he felt the touch, he smiled. A small curve escaped and shaped his lips as his dying heart fluttered from her touch. Though his eyes looked past beyond her because of his blindness, he could still feel her as his memories came to him and blasted his thoughts with every memory that he once had before taking up Illidan's offer.
His smile looked even more pronounced when he felt her thumb graze his cheek. Feeling the slightest of warmth that he once had felt all the time. His skin becoming paler as he lay dying, his blood staining Fylrae's knees. With his final strength, he lifted his arm and gently took her wrist to which she surrendered and allowed him to hold her. Her eyes teared as she finally got to see him one last time, and this time free from the taint and nightmares that had befelled and separated him.
Daken's breath grew ever labored as he blindly look up to her, trying to see her face in the midths of the darkness he sees. His mouth opened as a single tear appeared from the edge of his eyes. "Fylrae….." His words echoed in her ears when he said her name. His voice was fading yet to her it was beautiful as it gripped her heart to hear her name from him. To hear it one last time before the last note disappears from the world and into the enigma of history.
She took his hand and rubbed her cheek against it and let it stay there. She wasn't even holding her back with her emotions as she just let it flow to stain his hands with her tears. "Daken, I missed you…I've searched everywhere for you." She told softly, her voice wasn't hiding her sobs as she struggled to contain it inside.
Daken's smile faded when he heard her words. Regrets gaved in inside of him as he realized his position now, where he could never recover anything. "I still want to stay Fylrae." He uttered as pain gripped his body, as the hands of death grew ever closer to engulf him and take him into the great dark beyond. "I want you to know how much regret that I have inside, that I hurt you knowing I could never control myself because of my decision and my corrupted self. I left to follow someone whom I thought would make you safer in the future-" He tried further to explain yet his voice receded from his mouth. His throat unable to properly mince their words to be released.
Her grip became tighter as her tears came out in droves, her lips trembled just as her body was as she grew ever more weary, wanting to hear more from him, to spend time with him. "Then please Daken, stay, don't leave me now! Don't leave me now! Please I just found you after all these years of searching I have found you!" She begged as her hand gripped his tightly in desperation. And in her struggle she felt his strong grip of her wrist, looking deep at his face whose teeth grit against each other as blood seeped from his mouth while his eyes painted his struggle, in an effort to stay and survive through. Responding to her words, responding to her request and responding to her desperation.
"Daken please, Daken please, Daken please, please, please, please please-" She repeated mumbly as her grip strengthened even more, her teary eyes looking up to his expressions of desperation to live, to fight death one last time for her in an effort to fulfill her request, and to endure the pain as his grip shakened and weakened. "Daken-"
He lay still.
The struggle of his eyes disappeared, the tightness of his grip vanished, the warmth of his skin had faded, and lastly the breath from his mouth had all but evaporated.
Fylrae's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost, but to her, the one she is looking at right now is more terrifying than of any ghost she would see in her lifetime. She released her grip from his body as she allowed him to lay still, her eyes still remained widened as she pulled away and laid her back against a wall. Her eyes looking at the ceiling, assessing what just happened to her and to Daken, trying to make sense of where she is right now as she lay still also, her hands lifeless at her sides as if she lost her strength.
"Daken…"
Painful whimpers echoed throughout the halls as tears hastily rolled down from the young elf's cheek. Her mind and body wrecked with torment as she now realized where she is. She didn't care now because in her mind, she was alone now as Daken's lifeless body laid before her. Her hands tried to cover her face in futile as her sobs and whimpers grew.
Thark and Alura looked at her, their eyes narrowed in worry and sadness. They looked at each other, mentally telling themselves to comfort her, to which the dwarf stood up just as Kuura did and approached her. Putting his arm on her shoulder as he hugged her despite her half-hearted protest while Kuura laid her head on her other shoulder, trying to console the broken twin.
The two foes stood their ground for some time. Both expecting the other to make their move, yet it never came. Larkon wasn't sure what the Warlock was planning in his mind.
On the other end of the room, with a snap of his fingers, his body began to change.
His most noticeable trait was his various demonic runic tattoos on his arms and chest that were of a fel green color. His body twitched and the effects of the Fel took hold of his body. His eyes burned with glowing fel green, his skin became demonic scaly, his teeth became sharp fangs, and his tattoos glowed with glowing fel green. Kreus always used this form to enhance the power of his own spells and magics, but never was put into use in physical confrontation because he never had to encounter such a physical fight that he is experiencing right now. Whatever assistance that this form helps in this fight would help, and he would need every help inside of him because his racial origin really stagnated him against the human brute, as on average High Elves or Blood Elves tend to be physically weaker than humans.
Kreus felt the human running towards him, running into him as a knee was plunged into his stomach. Oh it hurt him, hurt him bad, but no longer as painful as it should have been. He looked up the man and punched back onto his face, catching him off guard with his new found durability.
He is more durable now, but not by much, this demonic form was of use to fight back and sustain damage but he still feels the pain of his punches. But he feels stronger now also, there was power and snap in his punches that he never had in his true elven form.
Kreus stood up and charged at him full force, forcing his shoulder to dig into the human's mid section, but strong arms held him at bay in a tight lock.
Suddenly an unexpected punch from the blood elf sends Larkon tumbling down on the floor when a sharp hit to the groin made him release for a moment, but it was enough for the blood elf to trip him over to his feet.
Larkon charges at Kreus with a punch. He merely catches the punch and throws Larkon to the ground. He gets up quick and tries to follow up with a quick kick. Kreus catches the kick and knocks him to the ground. He follows up with a punch to the Warrior's face, which he misses when he moves out of the way.
Larkon gets back up and blocks Kreus's punch to proceed to knock her to the ground. He gets up and punches at Larkon again. He merely catches the blood elf's punch and puts him in an elbow lock. Kreus counters with a spin elbow to his face to knock him off her. Larkon gets up and the two grab each other in a grappling position. He knees him to the stomach, knocks him down back to the ground and tries to go for an arm lock. Larkon kicks Kreus off him and flips back up.
Kreus dashes and unleashes a series of punches at Larkon who merely blocks and dodges. Larkon catches one of her punches and goes for an arm lock. Kreus tries elbowing Larkon who blocks and counter elbows Kreus away from him.
Larkon rushes to Kreus and unleashes his series of strikes. Beginning with a roundhouse kick, a few hook punches, and an elbow strike. He manages to block them but Larkon continues with four more roundhouse kicks, two aimed for his lower leg and ribs. Larkon finishes with a heel kick to Kreus' face followed by a sidekick to his stomach.
Larkon goes for another kick but only for Kreus to catch him and throw him hard to the ground. In this position, the blood elf soon proceeds to move on top of the human and continues to brutally punch Larkon in the face. Starting off with continuous hooks punches before moving to just simply slamming his fist over and over in rage until he grows exhausted.
Taking a small moment to catch his breath, Kreus continues by grabbing Larkon by the throat. Only for Larkon to quickly spring back to life, grab his wrist and twist it into a painful wrist lock. Threatening to break it in half to force the roaring blood elf to leg from because of the agony.
When the elf did get off, the two foes got to their feet and roared in rage as they charged at each other once more. Larkon went for a straight punch which Kreus blocked but was unable to block his opponent's follow up hook punch and side kick to his nose and ribs respectively. At this point the two soon began repeating punching each other over and over back and forth. Each one hitting as hard as they could possibly musher, breaking their own bones in the process. Both trying in vain to block the other's attacks, both exhausting themselves to their limit. Both becoming bruised and bloody as their strikes back to each other becoming slower and slower as their stamina could no longer hold on much anymore.
Their continued attempts to tear one another apart forced them to fall to their knees as they still kept pummeling one another. Kreus, wanting this fight to end, opens his jaws to bite onto his human's shoulder. Tearing out a decent amount of flesh as the human yelled in agony while his blood oozed onto the floor. In a desperate attempt, Larkon would punch the blood elf warlock in his family jewels with as much strength he had left.
The sudden powerful blow was enough to force Kreus off the human. Yet the pain distracted him to not be prepared for when Larkon who was still in pain, grabs him by the arm, and then suddenly pins it at the side of his back. With one arm only the blood elf finds himself in a bad position as his body was locked by the Human's legs and the other arm was trying to not tip him over and let the human gain even more leverage.
The Warlock gave a demonic roar in pain but refused to give up even as he felt his human enemy slowly break his arm with the force. Larkon however put everything and more into his joint lock, hoping that his enemy would finally give in. So for the next several seconds, the two fought each other over who would last in this position. The blood elf attempts to elbow Larkon's already broken ribs, but to no avail for the effect. Larkon pushing more force into the now broken arm of Kreus, increasing the force with each attempt the blood elf made to force him to release him, and then suddenly a one strong push, the arm popped, the sick sound of bone dislocating from the socket echoed in the room, with a scream of pain Kreus trashed that made the human release and rolled out, clutching his broken arm as he reeled in pain.
Nevertheless, with everyone came a limit. So despite the new demonic enhanced spell he placed on his body. It reached its peak from all the injuries and tiredness he had forced it to throw. His eyes grew heavy; his oxygen became increasingly lower as his strikes would soon cease with his body no longer able to do as he demanded of it. The demonic taint in his body began to disappear as he kept on screaming in pain. Never minding that Larkon was at the corner of the room, near a door towards the hallways.
"Tssshssshhh!" Kreus was wheezing through gritted teeth as he clutched his arms, closing his eyes as he groaned in pain. He didn't believe it once more and again to the same man, he was beaten in a fight that he can win and should have won. He turned his body as he looked at the human warrior, gunning for the doorway, injured as he is, bleeding to the shoulder heavily but he was able to walk away from him. His face grazed against the floor as he tried to get up, but yet his body won't let him, he was done, finished in the fight and he was the inferior man. "Damn it, damn it, damn it! You stupid human!" He yelled but he was no longer there, he was alone as he groaned at his plight. "You're stronger than I expected and I blew it, damn it!" He yelled again, in disbelief and in denial that he was indeed beaten. And most likely, he would never have the chance to fight him again.
Rolling to his back, staring at the ceiling, his vision slowly fading as his body's limit caught up to force him to rest. For some reason he did not know why, he smiled to himself and said. "At least you're no knight in shining armor, no, someone needs to be more than that to beat me." He told himself as the darkness called to embrace him in his rest.
Larkon limped his way into the hallway. Oh how he tread once more in to such familiar territory, all injured and alone in an hostile environment. It didn't stop him before, and it won't stop him now as he tread quickly in the hallway, limping while occasionally bumping against the wall as he loses his balance, while his left hand clenched his bleeding right shoulder.
He had to find Alura again and by the light escape this cave because if he is caught or overpowered once more, he would never see the light of day ever again. Larkon felt his blood trick down from his shoulder onto the floor as he keeped on walking, limping, and pacing in the hallway. His mind was foggy, clouded and especially his body was tired and weak. His eyes were starting to become half lidded as his mouth ran dry, not only that, dehydration set in so much and a fight like he just had taken all of it out from him.
His legs that kept him moving became increasingly slower and slower and slower. Despite all his efforts they were beginning to not listen to him, eventually refusing to obey him. His body reaches it's limit, falling to his knees, his vision becoming blurry, his injury losing too much blood. He knew should he be attacked right here right now it would be the end of him.
"Damn it I'm sleepy." He told himself as he leaned against the wall, his back felt like heaven when a small bit of rest entered. Sleep called out for him, his body yearning for it so much, it was like ecstasy where everything was an uncontrolled urge and this urge called for him to do so. His body slowly descended until his rear reached the floor, his arm still clutching his heavily bleeding shoulder but is now starting to lose its grip. "Oh man, oh man, oh man, just one minute of sleep…." He told himself.
He could have swore he saw something slightly green at the corner of his blurry vision but his mind and body was far too weak to even register what was going on. As his eyes became increasingly more heavy to keep open as his left hand finally lost it's strong grip to fall limp on his side. He figured now in this fatal position, his end would come at any moment from anything that would strike him down. Yet as he slowly began to lose consciousness, he felt a strong hand on his good left shoulder as he heard familiar words of someone he once fought alongside as a fellow brother to arms.
"Be still human, you are bleeding…."
